, 1887-09-11

down the bank, over the fallen tree and
plunged into the canoe.
For Gods sake, Case. let her lie fiat
in the anoe. You lie fiat down on her.
Give me the paddle. They're after us.
Sure enough they were. We steadied
the canoe, and the young fellow gave it a
push which shot it far out into the lake
Just as a devil of a Gypsy clambered down
the log and yelled out something in Gypsy
iargon at us. Too late, he bounded back
toward the camp, which was all astir and
men, women and children were rushing
up and down the shore like mad. l laid
quiet, the girl trembling under me. L
heard a big racket among the horses in
camp, ~whinneying and scattering, and
felt that my poet friend was working like
a beaver with the paddle.
Were gone, he gasped, redoubling
his work | looked up then, having heard
a great splash in the lake, and saw
water a young Gypsy on a horse without
halter or bride, pushing towards us and
rapidly overtaking us.
There wasn't a word said. The girl
and myself laid there like two dead peo-
pie, he made the old canoe tremble and
culver as he drove il ahead; we could
hear the snorting of the swimming horse,
and the Gipsies on shore yelled them
selves hoarse In encouragement of the
pursuers. l knew from the action of my
friend that his strength was failing, and
that our escape was impossible. The
young fellow, Notwithstanding his violent
efforts, was so pale he was blue. Pretty
soon he began taking quick tacks in either
direction, and | could hear the breathing
df the horse at points where he had bare
ly escaped. Suddenly | felt that the
canoe had resumed a certain direction and
could hear the sure approach of the pur
suers. In a moment more | heard, it
seemed alongside of us, the Gypsy say
sternly:
STOP, OR I'll KILL YE,"
but the canoe kept straight on. The next
moment | could feel that they were right
upon us. In an instant my friend rose
from his knees, and, quicker than
thought, the paddle whizzed over my
head and struck something with a hue
like sound. l attempted to rise, but he
pushed me back. Then / could hear the
horse splashing about as if riderless, and
soon, with a whinneying piteous to me, it
seemed that the poor animal had put
about for camp as if trumpeting the sad
news before him.
In a few moments more we gained our
camp, mounted our horses (the Gipsy girl
riding, without saddle, most deftly and
gracefully and in two hours we had
reached the railroad hotel at Penson.
The next night we were safely in st.
Paul; they left for the East, husband and
wife, the next morning; and that no
account fellow is a New York Episcopal
clergyman to day."
The Landlords Tale.
We all sat for a time looking in the
great rosy Jumps upon the fireplace until
somebody remarked that the landlord had
a true story OF his exploits during his ser
vice as a soldier at the time of the noted
Minnesota Indian massacre of CO. We
pressed the landlord for his story, observ-
ing due Difference and silence as old John
Kray took his huge snuff box down-the
sure precursor Of some mighty effort
and, seating himself in a great deerhorn
chair zeal the fireplace, between huge
pinches of snuff, began:
1T always makes me scudder ven | re,
members dose dimes. Vereeffer you GO
here wash pabies sthruck by ee-limps.
Oh, my it wash awful Veil, | got wort
Won Sheneral Sibley to go NIT der boys
out, und we lighted der rote teufels purity
SOOO' lOu udl at ny IOll llluBClI COWe
orders of der Sioux vas %creepin' der dim
Der through, und we gavelry men should
be surrounded of dem. We goes out sly
und schlimm, und down we comes. Py
golly, it wash hot, close dimes. More as
two hundert Indians wash killed und gap
tured. Even my horse wash
SHOT YER ME,
und dere I wash. Der poys wash gone.
| gesagt, Vat comes from meP' und
yelled louder as | could. Veil, l stood a
vile und says. John Kray. John Kray, ]
| bate you funf thalers you ish lostl' ]
wouldn't took dot bet. Veil, dere sthood
a pig ash dree, | got my pack BY dot, und
said to mineselef fife hundret dimes,
John Kray, John Kray, es peter you dc
lightning | wash grapped. l shumped
teuful, too! He tond got any knife odel
gun. Aber Re het my left wrist NIT his
right hant, und Shoopiter! how do
schueeze come. l tried to got away, und
yelled my voice Up, und played crack del
vip der ash dree a%rouut, ven, Kripesl
grapped his wrist. Ply golly! dare ye
wash. Den he got mat. He pulled my
pelly by dot ash dree und choked me till
der stars come. Den 1 got mat unG
ierked him on der dree pooty goot. Der
We go rount und rount one way und ondel
way till the park flies. Den We got gu
tired. Pimeby der tamd roskil schmileG
und grinned und make bricks nit his
head by my ganteen, und say, How,
how | wash mat, und said,
GoTFEURDAMT, Howl
But he always goes, How, how, und
keeps on der. bricks by der ganteen
Shentlemen, d OF ganteen hat Won bint o
brenty DARN, und ne makes motions o.
he get a trink We pc pooty goot trents
mebby. So l says, all right of yor
don't take it all. He yust vinked, unc
said, How, how some more By
shinger, it goes all right. We let our girl
up. l bulled der cork out, dock de
chain vot holt it my het over, und says
Go ahet, old buck. He vent ahet unc
guluped und guluped. Quick ash light
ming, some idea struck me. | flung de-
ganteen his het over, dock some dwist
, in der chain, und Twisted und dwisted
Colt in himmel, he vosh captured. Shen
tlemen, l clicked dot Indian his pody al
Offer more as a hundred dimes. Ven hC
makes some motion l dwist some more
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